By the lamplit terrace, in the instant you turn around, your gentle smile is like fireworks blossoming on the far shore.
You long to let go, yet cannot; you long to sever the tie, yet cannot. Beyond power and fame, I have my own convictions, and you have your deep devotion.
It is not that there is no love, nor that there are no feelings. It is only that beyond love, you have your own pursuit, and I have my own direction.
A princess and a musician; a dancer and a scholar.
Two love stories in the style of classical Eastern romance, and a reincarnation beyond the cycle of reincarnation.
